CIA: The Boston Field Office

The plane had been in the air a little over four hours and was due to land soon, Mark knew. He'd sat back in his seat, eyes closed, but his mind alert. Aidan had been restrained and he had no idea where Azzura was.

Azzurra had taken a seat a few rows behind Merrick, watching him and she noted that sometime ago Mark had put his seat back. She thought about doing the same but hadn't because even with Merrick in restraints she didn't want to take a chance he would try something.

"Thanks," Azzurra got up and after stretching a bit she walked towards the restroom.

Once inside, she really didn't feel a need to use the facilities but rather she turned on the water and splashed a little on her face. The cold water felt good, and a few minutes later after she dried her face, she was walking back towards the seat when she heard the pilot's voice announcing that they were about to land.